We had a lot common and he liked to have deep conversations. I was starting to really like him and hoping he’d ask me out until one day he mentioned he hoped to have at least two wives someday. I thought he must’ve meant two kids but he didn’t. He was a polygamist. He tried to console me by promising I’d always be the “first” to him.

—Ali

Aftermath: I avoided him as much as possible from that moment. I left that job as soon as the summer was over.

We were on vacation on 9/11. We turned on the TV after a friend told us to, right before the second tower fell. I started crying. He turned to me and asked, “What are you crying for? You don’t know any of those people.”

—Anonymous

Aftermath: Insensitive much? Stayed too long afterward. Ongoing therapy. You know the story.

I love the beach, it’s my happy place. But when I took him there, he whined about the sand like a little bitch.

—A

Aftermath: We stayed together for 4 years & he continued to be Debbie Downer. After we broke up, I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory for the first time since 3rd grade & realized he strongly resembled an Oompa-Loompa.

He told me he didn’t own a pair of jeans. He wore athletic shorts and sweatpants all winter.

—S

Aftermath: I actually moved in with him a year later, then moved 500 miles away the year after that.

He said he’d marry me when he bought a house. We looked at about 20 houses—none were good enough. He opted for buying a car instead. I knew right then that he’d never be able to commit to me. I dumped him a week later, on Tax Day.

—Julia

Aftermath: He was married within a year to someone else. From what I hear, it’s not a happy union either.